I have fun to deliver.
Could you stop making sense,
even if you had to?
Is there any incentive to love,
when she's on?

Lying back on the bed with
her legs spread--
and if that is not any indication of her intentions,
I do not know what is.

No, I won't prove you all wrong,
it's what I need to do, and if I don't,
then there is definitely something wrong with me.

Drugs are things we don't lack,
and they are in our blood tonight--
making everything so sensual, and yet,
not so pure-- but I digress because

if paradise and god are
of human design, then, let me tell you:
In heaven, they are are breeding,
and that makes everything I say OK.